Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from the UAE and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Anakelly to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dual Sessions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donny Hathaway,
Au Pairs,
Angry Samoans,
Henry Cow,
a-ha,
Matthew Bourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
Rapeman,
Interpol,
Brand Nubian,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
Mars,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
Quantec,
Tom Boy,
Kerri Chandler,
Scan 7,
DJ Sneak,
The Saints,
Magma,
John Holt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yellowson,
CMW,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
The Monks,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Franke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dave Gahan,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
Supertramp,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
The Martian,
B.T. Express,
10cc,
Avey Tare,
T. Rex,
Oneida,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.